Craning his neck, he takes my mouth in a searing kiss, simultaneously lifting me from the ground and carrying me to his room.
He lays me back on his bed so gently, so reverently, before settling between my open legs, never once peeling his lips from mine. His chest is already pounding against mine as I try to take it all in. Every needy kiss, every tender stroke.
It feels cruel in a way, to indulge in each other one last time. The awareness that this is it, this is the last time, is heavy in the air.
Kai guides my arms out of his jersey I’m wearing and all I can think about is that day at the field when he told me he liked seeing pretty girls in his jersey and liked to take it off them too. But he’s not wearing that cheeky smirk he wore that day. Tonight, his face is tormented as he peels his last name off me.
When I take off his shirt, I follow with a path of kisses up his stomach and chest, his lean muscles contracting in the wake of it all. He cradles my cheek, pulling my mouth back to his, breathing labored against my lips.
Every movement is languid, focused.
We kiss for longer than we ever have. We touch and explore. We just do more, more of whatever will drag this night on as long as possible.
“Undo my belt,” he murmurs against my lips.
I do as he asks while we continue to kiss, tongues stroking, searching for one another.
When his pants meet the floor, he undresses me in the same explorative way, kissing every inch of my skin and worshiping my body until we’re both naked and writhing and wanting.
Kai’s hips are settled against mine, his rigid length rubbing right where I want him as we kiss and ache.
He reaches to his nightstand next to me, but I put a hand on his to stop him.
His confused gaze meets mine.
“I’m on birth control.”
“Miller—”
“Please, Kai.” Stroking the side of his face, I hold his attention. “I need you, all of you. One time. For the last time.”
His throat moves in a deep swallow. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, but only if this is what you want too.”
He searches my face for a moment. “It is.”
“I’m . . .” I shake my head. “I haven’t been with anyone else this way.”
“Me neither.”
“But—”
He exhales a breath of a laugh. “When I said Max was a surprise, I meant it. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to be this close to.”
His fingers find me first, dipping between our bodies and running the entirety of my core. I can feel how ready I am by how easily he slides over me.
His steely blues close when he feels me. “So wet, Mills.”
I open my legs a little wider for that, arching my back and running my pussy over his erection.
Kai uses his wet fingers to slick his cock, coating him in me. He settles on top of me again, holding himself up on one arm as I stroke his back, keeping him close.
He watches me with rapt admiration as he slicks himself against my seam, his lips dipping to taste mine again.
“Please let me say it,” he whispers against me. “I’ve tried to show you all summer, so let me just say it on the last night I have you.”
“Tell me.”
He nudges his nose against mine. “I love you. God, I love you so much, Miller, it feels like it might kill me.”
I quickly nod because he won’t let me say it in return as I try to keep the lingering emotion held back, my hands running to his lower spine to urge him inside of me.
And with that confession, he tilts his hips and pushes inside.
Skin to skin.
Warm and tight and so breathtakingly full.
Our gaping mouths dust one another’s, our beating chests rising and falling in sync.
“Oh my God,” I exhale. “Kai, you feel—”
“Incredible. You feel incredible, Miller,” he finishes for me. “I can feel every inch of you.”
Everything about this feels attached. Not only the physical bond, but his heart and mine. It feels like we belong here, together, and the knowledge that I’m the reason this ends tomorrow has the burn of fresh tears welling at the base of my lashes.
I’m overwhelmed. With his body. With the way I feel about him. With the aching reminder that tomorrow it all ends.
Kai moves, slowly rolling his body on mine, his pelvis hitting my clit in the most delicious way with every slide. I hold him to me as the room fills with desperate gasps and panting breaths. He decorates my skin with soft bites and soothing kisses, murmuring how much he loves me, how thankful he is for me, how much I changed everything for him.